Less than an hour out of Haines, traveling north on the Haines Highway toward Haines Junction, we meet the international border (again). The young RCMP customs fellow asks if we have firearms or other weapons, checks or cash of $10,000 or more, and were we the Airstream trailer carrying firewood. We told him no, no, and no, and he said, “the U.S. Customs guys must have been talking about another Airstream trailer.” Go figure.
Our border crossings have all been fine for us on this caravan although one of our party turned back to Haines at this border because of a question regarding hand-crafted artifacts on natural materials. Rather than risk penalties or confiscation, they returned to Haines and had the retailer mail the items to the states.
Finished with customs we cruised northward to Haines Junction. This is an incredibly beautiful drive through mountain passes, along high lakes, and sometimes with neat extra effects like these low-lying clouds and the red ground cover.
One milestone at a time works well for driving days. After customs, our next stop was the Village Bakery in Haines Junction. We found this on our first pass through Haines Junction and liked it. The second stop reinforced our very positive opinion based upon their sandwiches, cranberry crumble, and coffee. Neat place.
This equipment (the old ones, right?) remain from a 1940s oil pipeline project. Analysis Paralysis can be dangerous anytime, perhaps more so in war times. The U.S. needed a tremendous amount of aircraft and truck fuel for transportation of planes and gear from the states to Alaska in the 1940s. The Canol pipeline could provide a reliable local supply for this purpose, and was hastily approved and built. When the military quickly determined the fuel cost was too high and they could obtain the fuel more cheaply without this pipeline, the Canol was abandoned. Nice to have a back-up, though.
Last night we enjoyed a dark skies campground on the Alaska Highway, at Baby Nuggets RV Resort near Watson Lake. A little too much moonlight and one floodlight far away on a campground building, but otherwise very good view of the skies. Off and on between midnight and 0200 hours the dreamstreamrs went outside to check skies. We had our first little taste of northern lights, cool moving lights but without much color. Jim spotted two brilliant shooting stars. We’re now hoping for more of these.
Most jade seen and bought in North America (90% of the world’s supply) is from the Cassiar jade mines in British Columbia. We stopped today at this family run store, Jade City. They mine, cut, and finish their own jade products. A bunch of the men sat at an out of the way table checking email or talking whilst the ladies shopped jade, white star marble, and other treats.
We’ve heard tales about the Cassiar Highway for years. It’s a haul road, big trucks dominate, it’s dangerous, it’s unpaved and unruly and . . . Guess what? Our first 145 miles of the Cassiar Highway were all paved. Not too wide, no lane markings, not many pull-outs, but all paved and in darned good condition. We traveled at 80 km/hr, the speed limit, and had no troubles at all. No big rigs passed us, just a few cars and smaller campers in a hurry to get down the road.
Dease Lake community started in 1830s as a Hudsons Bay company post. Boom time was in the 1890s gold rush when miners stampeded to Cassiar, a former mining town north of Dease Lake. Population now is 300 and swells during summer. We’re here one night, then on to Hyder AK. See you there!
Jim and Debbie
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